Evil Master and Disciple

The treasure house is Sanzhier's lifeblood. Even if Ye Feng's shovel hits its head, it still refuses to give in and just keeps shaking its head.

"Ah, Master Ye, so you wanted to find Sanzhi'er's treasure trove? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"Xiao Su, do you know?"

"Squeak squeak..."

Sanzhier stared at little Su Daji and kept making squeaking sounds.

As a fellow demon, little Su Daji could understand what it meant.

She laughed dryly, "I... don't know... well, I don't know... not really... Master Ye, don't ask me. That's Sanzhi'er's thing. If Sanzhi'er wants to take you there, he will definitely take you. If he doesn't want to, you can't force him. It just means he doesn't fully trust you yet."

Ye Feng was slightly thoughtful.

He remembered what Su Xiaoli had said to him before.

The spirit badger is loved by human monks because of its ability to find treasures.

Any creature, once targeted by humans, will not have a good end.

So now Sanzhier is very likely the last spirit badger in the world.

It is precisely because of the capture and persecution by humans that the badger is full of vigilance and hostility towards humans.

Suddenly, Ye Feng thought of something.

It should be said that it is a habit of Sanzhier.

After knowing Sanzhier for more than two months, they became very familiar with each other, but Sanzhier never entered Ye Feng's bamboo house.

Even during the last violent storm, Sanzhier just hid under the bamboo table in the open space outside.

When he got drunk, Sanzhier would fall asleep outside.

It seems that human rooms are a restricted area for it.

Thinking of this, Ye Feng sighed softly in his heart.

He did not blame Sanzhier for being stingy, but felt deeply sad.

Human beings talk about protecting nature and the environment all the time, but in fact, nature and the environment are destroyed by human beings themselves.

Ye Feng put away the shovel and did not ask San Zhier where his treasure was.

Perhaps one day, when Sanzhier has let down all its vigilance and precautions towards him and truly trusts him, Sanzhier will take him to visit its treasure house without him having to ask for it's own permission.

Ye Feng said goodbye to little Su Daji and returned to the bamboo building with San Zhier.

Outside the bamboo building, there were piles of plates neatly stacked.

These plates were used to hold fruit offerings in the bamboo forest. Now the fruit offerings have been taken back by the spiritual animals, but they were very polite and helped Ye Feng collect all the plates and place them outside the bamboo building.

Looking at the neatly stacked plates and recalling his experiences during this period, Ye Feng suddenly gained a deeper understanding of this world.

Sometimes humans are even worse than animals.

Ye Feng casually took out some smoked meat and threw it to Sanzhier, letting it grind its teeth.

He lay on a bamboo chair, smoking a homemade cigarette.

It was not until dusk that he remembered that he had not practiced yet.

The next day, early in the morning.

The old man who guards the temple finds Ye Feng and asks him to send the plates collected and sorted by the spiritual beasts to the temple. In a few days, a disciple from the reception hall will come to pick them up.

Ye Feng said, "Why don't you just ask them to come and get them here? It's too much trouble to move them back and forth. Don't worry, I'm here to watch over them. They won't be damaged."

The old man guarding the temple looked at Ye Feng and said, "You have been here for three months."

"So what? I don't eat dishes...wait, I've been here for three months?"

The old man who was guarding the ancestral hall nodded and said, "You came here on May 16th. Today is August 17th. Your work guarding the tomb has been completed today. I thought you had gone home. Since you are still here, please help me move these offering plates to the ancestral hall."

"What? I stayed here an extra day! Shit!"

Ye Feng jumped up.

Two days ago, on August 14th, he was counting on his fingers, wondering how many days he had been exiled here. Was it seventy-five? Or eighty?

Adhering to the principle of "it is better to miscalculate a hundred days than to stay a day longer", he set a time limit of eighty days for himself, intending to pack up and leave on the 24th of this month.

I never expected that such a smart person like me would underestimate seven days!

After he was shocked, he was happy!

"Hahaha! I'm finally released from prison! Xingluofeng, Junior Sister, here I come..."

This guy likes to shake his butt when he's excited, he's so coquettish.

I was having a great time twisting my body when I saw Sanzhier staring at me eagerly.

Ye Feng's good mood seemed to be poured with a bucket of cold water.

He laughed dryly and said, "Sanzhi'er, I know you can't bear to leave me, and I can't bear to leave you either. The end of the song doesn't necessarily mean we'll part ways; if we're destined to meet again, I'll come to see you often. Of course, if you want to eat something delicious, you can also come to Xingluo Peak to find me.

I can cook a lot of delicious food, including steamed lamb, steamed bear paws, steamed deer tails, roast duck, roast chicken, roast goose, braised pork, braised duck, braised chicken, bacon, and pine flower tripe..."

Ye Feng actually wanted to keep San Zhier by his side.

Just like the protagonist’s pet in online novels.

However, Sanzhier is full of hostility towards humans, and he cannot directly say, "Sanzhier, come and follow me from now on, and I promise to let you eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks."

He could only let Sanzhier follow him on his own initiative.

What is Sanzhier’s hobby?

Of course it’s eating.

This is its hobby, but also its weakness.

Ye Feng was too embarrassed to ask San Zhier to follow him directly, so he planned to seduce San Zhier with delicious food.

As expected, after hearing Ye Feng's name of the dishes, Sanzhier's saliva started to flow, and his eyes kept rolling around, as if he was struggling with whether he should leave the forest.

The old man guarding the temple was a little surprised when he saw Ye Feng constantly saying the names of dishes.

Of course the old man knew that Ye Feng wanted to trick Sanzhier away by using food.

But he was still shocked by Ye Feng's knowledge of food.

It is hard to imagine how a young man who grew up in a sword-cultivating sect could name dozens or even hundreds of dishes in one breath.

Could it be that he is not only the God of Literature, but also the reincarnation of the God of Cooking?

To be honest, the old man guarding the temple really likes Ye Feng.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to teach Ye Feng so many powerful sword techniques in private.

In fact, the old man guarding the temple only needs to tell Master Yun Yi a word, and he can imprison Ye Feng here for the rest of his life, and chat with him whenever he wants. This kid is also a pretty good cook, and with him around, he can also satisfy his appetite.

However, the old man guarding the temple did not tell Master Yun Yi about this matter. He knew that Ye Feng would become a madman in the future.

He would never keep Ye Feng by his side.

Seeing Ye Feng coaxing Sanzhier with delicious food, the old man guarding the temple raised his lips and murmured, "What an interesting young man."

He turned and left, and his voice came slowly: "Boy, remember to bring the offering plate over before you leave."

"understood!"

After Ye Feng told San Zhier the names of hundreds of dishes, he felt that was about enough.

So he gave Sanzhier some time to think and drool alone, and he started to pack up.

It is also easy to pack up, just put all your things into the black silk bracelet.

In less than a moment, Ye Feng packed all his belongings into the black silk bracelet, then took the broom and cleaned the house inside and out.

You know what, this kid is counting the days all day long, wanting to leave this damn place as soon as possible.

Now that I am really leaving, I feel a little reluctant.

He did not take away the bamboo table, chairs, bamboo bed, bamboo stools and so on. Looking at the recliner where he had been lying for three months, which he had made himself, Ye Feng felt a little sad.

With a long sigh, he put all the stacked plates into the black silk bracelet.

Three months ago, he came carrying a huge bag.

Now he is gone, carrying only a magic sword.

Finally, he took a look at the bamboo house and the tobacco curing room, looked at everything here, and finally looked at Sanzhier who was squatting at the bamboo table.

Sanzhier looked a little resentful.

Ye Feng's food trickery plan didn't seem to work, as San Zhier had no intention of going with Ye Feng.

Ye Feng sighed inwardly, took out all the smoked pork jerky from the black silk bracelet, piled them on the bamboo table, and then said to Sanzhier, "Sanzhier, I'm leaving. Save these jerky meats for later use."

Sanzhier didn't respond, and her huge, Caroline-like eyes didn't seem as bright as before.

Ye Feng gently stroked Sanzhier's head, then turned and walked towards the ancestral hall.

Sanzhier still didn't react, not even a movement, just quietly watching his receding back.

When we arrived at the ancestral temple, the old man who was guarding the temple was using a long feather duster to clean the dust on the spirit tablet.

This long-handled feather duster was made for him by Ye Feng some time ago. It can also clean high-placed memorial tablets, which greatly reduces the work of the old man guarding the temple.

"Old Senior, I'm leaving now. I'll take those 10,000+ offering plates directly back to the Zhikeyuan so they don't have to come over to get them."

The old man nodded and said, "Okay."

He only said one word and then there was no response.

Ye Feng couldn't help but said, "I'm leaving."

The old man turned his head and looked at him, saying, "I know, go ahead."

Ye Feng originally thought that even if their farewell scene was not passionate and heroic, it should at least be tearful.

But the old man didn't seem to react at all to his departure.

Come to think of it, the old man has lived here alone for the past few hundred years.

I have only lived here for three months. To the old man, I am just an unknown passer-by in his long life.

Ye Feng hung his head and walked away.

When he reached the gate of the ancestral hall, Ye Feng suddenly turned around and knelt down in front of the old man.

He said, "Thank you very much for your guidance over the past three months, Senior. I will definitely not let you down! I will come to visit you often!"

As he said this, he kowtowed three times to the old man's back, stood up and left with his sword.

After Ye Feng walked out of the ancestral hall, the old man turned around, leaning on a long feather duster, and looked towards the direction of the ancestral hall gate. There was a trace of loneliness in the old man's eyes.

After Ye Feng walked out of the ancestral hall, he drew out the Purple-Green Divine Sword and was about to fly away on it.

Suddenly, a green light rushed over and jumped directly onto his shoulder.

Sanzhier squatted on his shoulder and squeaked.

Ye Feng seemed to understand what it meant and said, "Sanzhier, are you planning to go back to Xingluo Peak with me?"

"Squeak!"

Sanzhier nodded.

Ye Feng was overjoyed and hugged Sanzhier and kissed him several times.

At this time, the old man's voice slowly came, saying, "Boy, Sanzhi'er is a spirit badger. Since he chose to follow you, you must treat him well. Never let anyone know that he is a spirit badger, including your master. Also, don't mention my teachings on the True Sword Technique or my identity to anyone."

Ye Feng looked back, but did not see the old man.

He shouted at the door, "Don't worry, old man, I won't tell anyone! Oh, and don't tear down my bamboo house and tobacco curing room. I'll need to come here to dry tobacco leaves in the future... Sanzhier, let's go!"

"Squeak!"

Then, a dark green light rose from the ground and rushed straight into the sky.